The wedding

The wedding
A fraction of ease
In this existential union
Introspectively bursting
For intimate secrets
Whispered between
Just-married lovers
Instead
Force fed the
World’s questioning
Vulnerable muse
Crazy?
Sane?
Real?
Why?
How?
All watching to seize
A wrinkle in the plan
Pointer finger at the ready
Lingering to witness a
Bloodied open wound
Spiraling into failure
How to teach them?
To rise over evil living
To reverse the perverse

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